Help Me, Magdalene... Help Me!

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You will never believe what happened to me last night. Even now, my comprehension wavers. At first, my evening began as expected. I was cautiously transiting the hollow near the abandoned priory. The dreariness was oppressing, and yes before you ask, the mysterious history of the area populated my mind. I did not imagine this! I am not crazy! Believe me, when I tell you, I saw the dark shrouded figure along the side of the road, clambering on recess of the berm.

The sheets of rain and hail pierced my Falcon; I could only imagine how the howling winds were battering him. I had to stop; lend assistance. As I crept toward the solemnly cloaked figure, the repressing atmosphere grew heavy; the temperature plummeted. There was no face! There was only lifeless shell of a man. At that point, I looked into the abyss and saw Hell. No, I looked into the abyss and saw myself. No, it was not Hell, or myself, I looked into the abyss and saw the ancient gatherer of souls; in search of another bitter harvest.

In a flash, he was gone! Stunned. Alone. Confused, I had to go, something was definitely wrong. That is when the swiftness of his blade crept toward my head. What the hell? This man of cloth tried to kill me, but I felt no hint of his vane when it broke through my neck. Was he there? Or, am I crazy? No, I know he was there; I am not crazy! Magdalene, you know me, I am not insane. Am I? Shaken, overdrive kicked in and I made haste. I did not stop until I was secured inside my apartment. Petrified, frozen in this dank alcove, my will to live has vanished. I need you, I love you; please help me!      

- Martin
With this being the 78th anniversary of the passing of the great H.P. Lovecraft, I decided to channel some of the inner darkness and pay tribute to his genius. 
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